Can confirm. Not only could I not afford to eat the style of food I cooked at work, the last thing that I wanted to do when I got home was put effort into my own food.
If I was eating at work, I’d cobble together some kind of salad out of whatever scraps and nearly expired food I could shove into my face in under 3 minutes. If I was “cooking” for myself at home, about the most complicated thing that I’d make for myself was cereal.
Now I know what a replicator dinner feels like.